Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For niggas who don't know me
...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
Murder! （I don't believe you!）
Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
（One）
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
Lifes On The Line - 車子
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[00:00.00]作詞 : DUDLEY, TERENCE QUENTIN/JACKSON, CURTIS
[00:03.29]Nobody likes me
[00:08.22]Nobody likes me, but that's okay
[00:12.04]Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
[00:13.79]...And I don't like y'all anyway
[00:16.48]**** all y'all!!
[00:17.60]My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:20.54]My gat talk for me
[00:21.91]BLAT! Wutup homie
[00:23.05]For niggas who don't know me
[00:24.48]...They wanna blow me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
[00:28.22]I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
[00:31.03]Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
[00:33.41]Coke price go up, cats is come down
[00:35.91]The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
[00:38.54]The niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
[00:41.28]They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
[00:43.97]When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
[00:45.98]I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu
[00:48.74]Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
[00:51.11]OG's look at me and see what they used to be
[00:53.49]I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit
[00:56.17]The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
[00:58.80]The thug, they pop shit
[01:00.11]The thug that pop clips
[01:01.30]The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
[01:03.99]Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
[01:06.42]My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[01:09.18]Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）
[01:11.99]Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
[01:14.55]Murder! （I don't believe you!）
[01:17.05]Murder, murder! （Your life's on the line!）
[01:19.61]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[01:21.61]I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[01:24.18]Make me catch her on the late night
[01:26.29]Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
[01:29.29]I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
[01:31.73]Not a pretty bitch but my moms think I'm handsome
[01:34.92]I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
[01:37.16]Unless he say she say she on my dick
[01:39.66]It's no coincidence, niggas who **** wit me get shot up
[01:42.54]I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
[01:45.29]You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
[01:47.35]I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
[01:50.00]In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
[01:52.76]You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really took on em
[01:55.32]Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
[01:58.07]You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[02:10.61]These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
[02:13.04]That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
[02:15.48]Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
[02:18.11]Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
[02:20.67]And TV's in the dash, pa
[02:22.55]See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
[02:25.73]I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
[02:27.73]I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
[02:30.36]Keep my rent split up
[02:31.61]Get outta line, I get you hit up （Wooo!）
[02:33.48]Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
[02:35.86]You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
[02:38.67]Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
[02:41.42]50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
[02:43.98]I'ma say this shit now and never again
[02:46.30]We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
[02:49.42]The games you playin, you get killed like that
[02:51.61]Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
[02:53.98]See me when you see me nigga, one
[02:56.30]（One）
[03:07.09]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
[03:09.23]I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[03:11.67]You gon make me catch her on the late night
[03:13.79]Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
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歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強硬態度宣示自我立場，並對威脅與敵對者提出警告。
主題
街頭文化的生存哲學、個人原則與對抗意識。
情緒
強烈的防衛性、自信與譏諷，夾雜暴力隱喻與不信任感。
意象與手法
運用槍械（gat、clip）、財富象徵（watch、whip）、暴力場景（paramedics wrap your in head）等街頭文化符碼，以直接敘述與反諷手法強化立場。
重點句解讀
1. 「My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me」
以「watch」（手錶）與「whip」（車）象徵社會地位，暗示物質符號替他發聲，凸顯個人風格與權力。
2. 「Scream murder! （I don't believe you!）」
反諷「謀殺」指控，揭露對他人威脅的不信任，並強調自身處境的危險性。
3. 「We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends」
明確劃清界限，拒絕與敵對者建立任何關係，體現街頭文化中的爾虞我詐。
4. 「I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold shit」
自述過去經歷，強調自身從底層崛起的歷練，為當前強硬態度提供背景支撐。
適合情境
面對衝突時的自我防衛、街頭文化氛圍中的個性表達、或需展現堅定立場的場合。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌帶著一股強烈的侵略感，初聽時那種毫不掩飾的憤怒與防衛心，像是在深夜街頭直面一場隨時會爆發的衝突。演唱者在字裡行間建立起一種不容質疑的威嚴，他描繪了街頭求生存的殘酷細節，以及對那些虛張聲勢的同行者的嘲弄。那種「不需要被喜歡」的獨行俠姿態，其實藏著一種對自我出身的極度自信，聽起來雖然尖銳，卻也真實地反映了饒舌音樂最原始、最不加修飾的攻擊性。
這不是那種適合在派對上播放的輕鬆節奏，它更像是你獨自一人走在寂靜長巷時，心底湧現的那股保護自己的狠勁。整首歌充滿了層次分明的節奏感，透過犀利的文字遊戲，把對手與現實之間的界線劃得極其清晰。對於喜歡研究饒舌文化脈絡的人來說，這裡面展現的鬥爭意識非常強烈，那種「沒在怕」的氣勢，確實能讓人感受到當時饒舌圈內那種劍拔弩張的緊張氛圍，是一首很有力量的硬派作品。
歌曲冷知識
・開頭以「沒人喜歡我」作為自我揭露，隨即轉為強硬的無視態度，展現出極具侵略性的反擊姿態。
・歌詞中運用大量關於金錢與暴力的意象，透過名錶、跑車與武器的具象化描述，強化了歌手在街頭生存的硬派形象。
・副歌透過不斷重複的「謀殺」呼喊，將聽覺張力推至頂點，營造出生命即將面臨終結的危險緊迫感。
・文中點名了饒舌界同儕，並透過對比他人虛假炫富與自身真實經歷，確立了這首歌作為宣戰宣言的強烈主體性。